Flowers in Porcelain

When we were young, we all tried our best to love someone, thinking that was the whole life. When I grow up, I gradually realize that apart from love and that person, there are many things that are longer than love and shorter than getting together. But it has always been entangled in my heart, just like the wound on the back of my hand. How could I forget it deliberately? I thought that after so long, there was nothing left, only the scar was left. But, no, Still hurts Intention: